it doesn't matter where you roam, when no one's left to call you home
The alchemist considered this as his pale eyes starred out at the horizon, watching it blur in and out of focus. "Well, I was blind for a while, so I didn't actually see all of it." He said back, his humour having become significantly dryer for the loss of Aoife. Glancing over his shoulder, wings still outspread, he dropped his hand from his scar. In this position though, the thick lines across his throat would be more visible than they had been.
'But they are, yes. You never know when they'll be interrupted." He raised a playful brow at that, implying that she was the interruption he spoke of.
His tan shorts were soaked above the knee, but the alchemist hardly seemed to mind as he turned to face the captain, shielding his eyes to see her better. "Remi." He said simply, by way of introduction.
'But they are, yes. You never know when they'll be interrupted." He raised a playful brow at that, implying that she was the interruption he spoke of.
His tan shorts were soaked above the knee, but the alchemist hardly seemed to mind as he turned to face the captain, shielding his eyes to see her better. "Remi." He said simply, by way of introduction.
i might have strained a bit too far, i'm countin' all the moonlit stars
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
